Gotta Go Back, Back, Back to School Again...

So I am, officially, a student once again. And I couldn't be more excited about it! Classes for the year program began yesterday and now here I am, walking around campus with books in my arms and a backpack on my back, picking classes, forming study groups, and taking notes. I knew I missed all of that, but I don't think I realized how much.

On the other hand, the fact that there are absolutely no expectations or requirements makes this experience totally different from any other educational experience to date. For instance, in college, speaking up in class or not was always such drama for me because on the one hand it was so painful and on the other participation was often required for grades and to keep up with the competition. Here, if I stay quiet no one will care, and if I have something to say, I'm not so worried about whether people think I'm stupid--honestly, I am right now about most of the stuff I'm studying. I'm actually pretty excited about started as a blank slate, and pretty psyched about everything I've learned so far.

So I’ve hit the ground running with my incredibly long days and I’m already trying desperately to keep up with everything. In most classes, there isn’t really homework, but the reality is that this is weighty stuff and repetition and review will be necessary if I plan to retain anything. That doesn’t actually mean that I will in fact find the time for such things, but I’m going to try. At the moment my brain hurts and for some reason it’s telling me you [all] might actually be interested in this, so tomorrow I’ll grace you with specifics about class schedules and timing and stuff. I’ll probably realize a week or two when I’ve actually gotten some sleep that it's not actually interesting to anyone but me, but by then it will surely be too late and you [all?] will already have stopped reading. (By then again, there may be some pictures as well, and you like those, right?)

…Whoa, whoa, I gotta go, back to school…again!